Back to School

...and endless schedules, homework, packing lunches, chauffeuring, practicing. And it goes on and on and on. I put my hands up in the air sometimes saying--well I'm not saying whatever it is that's said in Dynamite. Crying more like it. Am I the only mom out there that does not love school? It's not fair to have put myself through the stress of school only to have to relive it with the kids. Enter Josh with the Greer family motto: "We spit on fair."

Now that I've gotten my complaining out of the way I must admit that I am very excited about this year. The kids' teachers are great, Jonah and Ellie are loving to read and one further acknowledgement is that whether I like it or not, schedules are good for me. So I'm going to buck up and show some gratitude for forced exercise (a.k.a. walking the kids to school) and a daily refresher course on my times tables.

Got dirt?

No, Hazel is not homeless and no she's not trying out for the part of street urchin in Oliver. She just seems to attract ten times the amount of dirt the other kids did at Josh's indoor soccer game. I'm thinking of bringing a hose with me next time.